whipping – Contemplating the divine

It doesn’t cost anything to be cruel

In fact, some ladies even find it quite lucrative. So why be nice?

Yes, thanks, her foot’s actually fine – oh, didn’t you ask?

Mr Mason’s lucky – many men into CP don’t get a chance to act out their fantasies for real.

My SO is sometimes passive-aggressive like this. When she’s not being aggressive-aggressive, that is.

He’ll be wanting long trousers next! Absurd.

Her command of the English language isn’t perfect but she’s somehow picked up the words ‘reaming’ and ‘pegging’ on the way, showing impressive commitment.

Well-behaved women seldom make history

More glimpses of bygone worlds: male inferiority is really nothing new. Should have been last week, but rocket went up.

Justice must be seen to be done – and preferably enjoyed.

She’s an idealist, always hoping for perfection.

Actually, it’s all worked out quite well, as she finds she gets more enjoyment from producing her own eunuchs than merely buying them in.

Just as well: he’s a very poor dancer but his swallowing skills are renowned across the county.

The winner of the tournament will receive his lady’s favour. As will all the other participants, to be honest, as she finds they tire easily.

She is firmly opposed to almost all forms of cruelty and her husband will simply have to reconcile himself to that.

A graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty

Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get used to it.

She and Sister Amy often struggle together with their vows of chastity. And I’m afraid it has to be admitted that the vows of chastity don’t usually win. But they’re young, they have years ahead of them to become more experienced in their nunnery’s ways.

Hurry up – imagine how awful she’d feel if she accidentally caused you a serious spinal injury, just because you were dawdling?

My SO had her beauty therapist look at my facial bruises one day. She said they were really nicely done.

Fans of this lovely lady may wish to watch her dancing as Wednesday, here. I mean, it’s not femdom or anything but it’s very… ummm… well, it’s just very. I believe that is the original, but I have to say I prefer the version set to Joy Division. But then, I is Bri-ish, innit?

Don’t worry: when she finally lets you go, you’ll feel very happy about that.

He initially denied taking any inappropriate photos, which is a bit foolish when there’s a photographic record and near-suicidally reckless when there’s both a photographic record and a very angry Madame Šárka.

Fairy tale romances

Yes, more scenes from stories of brave princesses rescuing – or not – helpless knights and suchlike. A ‘happy ending’ every time – without even the need to plead and beg for it.

They get porridge to eat, of course, and it’s always ‘just right’ too, despite being cold and lumpy.

Ah, the first electric shock of married life. I remember mine so well. It’s traditional for the husband then to ask his loving wife ‘How long do I have to wear this, darling?’ to which the correct response is of course a peal of delighted laughter.

You do get a say. Not the decisive say, not even an important one, but a say, anyway. Or a squeak, at least.

It’s not as easy a life as you might imagine – those pegs hurt just as much as they would if they were suspending a ‘normal’ male body, for instance.

The grateful populace of the kingdom later began a tradition of staging a re-enactment every year, to celebrate their beloved King’s heroic deed, although obviously, lacking centaurs, they had to use ordinary horses and stable-lads.

He may have found a comfortable place to live, but he remains vigilent. As he trots obediently at her heel, or chases madly after sticks, Sir Foofles is always alert for possible witches in the vicinity, but so far he has never found any. Perhaps they don’t exist? That would certainly explain it.

Keeping it surreal

More feeble attempts at Far Side style humour, or at least captions that seem even less firmly strapped down onto reality than usual.

Tears are not enough

Slam that door, slap my face.

That damn flicker. Better try to get it under control, now you’re married.

She likes locks. She likes the look of them, she likes the sound they make gently clinking inside your trousers when you’re out together…

I got lost once, Followed the wrong pair of heels… suddenly looked up and *gulp*! The lady was very nice, though and took me home, where she got talking to my SO and one thing led to another and… well, let’s just say I didn’t get my whipping for being lost until quite late the following morning!

Dommes say the funniest things. One beautiful lady once tied me to the bed and giggled sexily in my ear about how much she’d like to take my cock in her mouth and nibble it gently before taking firm hold with her hand and pumping… pumping… The silly thing must have forgotten she’d locked me in a tight chastity restrainer! But I didn’t say anything to embarass her.

In the event, she did turn up, about an hour late, with some of her friends, all wearing tight boob tubes and leather miniskirts. They got drunk and started shouting mocking abuse at all the sad little physics spods and speccy chemistry nerds sharing the stage, and made them hand over their medals, which they referred to as ‘lunch money’.

Finally, a quick note about comments here on this blog. The anti-spam thingy (to use a technical term) seems to have been a bit too cautious of late, with some commenters being blocked. Sorry about that. If you are, I think you can request approval. I do see those (might take a day or two) and I’ll always approve any that aren’t obvious spam marketers. I think once you’re on the approved list you’re fine forever but I’m not sure – the anti-spam stuff keeps having to change to stay ahead. I’d love to just switch it off, but I see the list of spammy comments it has blocked and believe me, there are hundreds every week so that’s not an option.